Well, dear readers, just a reminder that dear reader Susan and I will be doing Hollywood Collector’s Showcase affair this weekend, at the Beverly Garland Hotel in North Hollywood, California. It promises to be quite a lively and sparkling affair and we’re hoping to see a Hainsie/Kimlet or two. The event is on Saturday and Sunday and begins, I believe, at ten o’clock. There will be lots of interesting celebrities there, including Mrs. Partridge herself, Miss Shirley Jones. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
It has finally warmed up here in Los Angeles, California, after several days of gray skies. It’s very pretty out, and the air smells clean and fresh, not necessarily in that order.
It occurs to me that I have almost nothing to write about today. I have been mostly staying in and writing and I don’t like to talk about that much, so what do I write about if I don’t want to write about writing? I did finish watching Mr. Roman Polanski’s film, Bitter Moon, which is very strange and not one of my favorite Polanski movies. It’s very well directed, however, and looks great (the cameraman was Leone’s Tonino Delli Colli), and the music by Vangelis is very nice, too (I normally don’t like Vangelis that much). Then I began watching The Unforgiven, which I’ve never seen and which I’ll finish tonight.
There, you see, I had something to write about after all. But now I’m back in the same boat – I hate being back in the same boat, I’d like to be in a different fershluganah boat. It occurs to me that I haven’t been on a fershluganah boat in years, and I do mean many years. I did attend a party on that John Wayne yacht – that was the last time I was on a boat. I can’t even remember what that party was for. I used to go on a boat regularly in the seventies, because I used to go to Catalina every year. I would rent a speedboat and buzz around and I always enjoyed that very much and I didn’t even get too nauseous. I did get nauseous the day I went out and caught sand dabs because the person I was with decided to clean the sand dabs right there and the smell and the whole cleaning thing was simply nauseating. Has anyone noticed that I am talking about a boat? Perhaps tomorrow I shall talk about a train. And the following day, a plane. Yes, dear readers, we’re talking about trains and boats and plains – oh, a Bacharach and David reference.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because time waits for no man and no man is an island and why does island have an “s” in it for no reason whatsoever?
Where was I? I’ve forgotten where I was? Oh, yes, time waits for no man and no man is an island and this land is your land this land is my land.
Basically, the problem as I see it is that I have nothing to write about. Today I shall try to do something so that tomorrow I can write about whatever it is that I will do today. But today I have nothing to write about because yesterday I was not forward thinking. I just sat here like so much fish and wrote, not imagining that I would have nothing to write about today other than what I wrote yesterday and as we all know I don’t like to write about what I wrote. What the hell am I talking about?
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must do things so I can write about them, I must get in my automobile and traverse the streets of this fair city, I must ship some items from the post office and I must make various and sundried phone calls to various and sundried people. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask your excellent questions. If you have no questions, you can tell us your favorite experiences on trains and boats and planes, not necessarily in that order. Post away, my pretties and I shall check back in often.